Oct 11


Green fades to brown as frost nips at life’s fingers.
Leaves dance through the air as they sway down to freedom.

Out come the hats, the jackets and gloves.
On turns the stove, eager for tea pot and mugs.

Down burrows the hare, safe from the whipping winds of the moor.
Insects bore through soft earthen floor.

Take out the shovels, the skis and the sleds.
 Pack away summer in the back of your head.
Oct 01


Sep 26
essay 0 comments challenge: General


Sometimes people seem born to run, born to GO BIG.
But that doesn't mean the rest of us can't.

Sometimes, we have to walk before we can run.
And we practice.... and practice.... and practice until we're ready to take the next step. 

Sometimes it's the little things that matter.
Things we can't even begin to comprehend.

Sometimes it seems like we are unimportant.
But everything ... EVERYTHING, is important, from the biggest, most devastating hurricane to the smallest insect.

And everyone and everything has a purpose.
Apr 11
poem 1 comment challenge: Awakening


Bare apple branches give way to buds as they cast brilliant white blossoms, 
replacing the starch iciness of winter,
Begining the rebirth of spring, and spreading 
the unfailing joy of new life over the land.
Apr 11


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Mar 27

its a small world

Mar 27


Mar 27